heave from lungs the musk of sleep
one violet eye on the dusky deep
and ninety-nine full a 'fection weep
implore in shrieks my hea r r r t to keep
and folded i in curl of neck
a d'minishing shriv'led waking fleck
then stirring shifting daybreak speck'd
growl you & with kisses my soul inject.
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In this town, I lost my face.
I lost my sight, I lost my taste.
Nowhere seen, my skull and bones,
And nowhere found, my feet or toes.
My blood and flesh have stripped away.
Eyes, right and left, have turned to gray.
Just one piece has not been lost,
Only dropped and skipped and cracked and tossed.
I found my heart on a walk one day,
In the Tiniest Town, in the West of the bay.
It’s curled up with Sloan, who’s smelling of fish,
It’s drawing with Finn, and warmed by the dish.
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